Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

Zhang Dahui looked back at Yu Ling who was walking slowly towards him and was a little dazed.

First of all, this was not the first time he met Yu Ling. Every time before, Yu Ling never took the initiative to talk to him.

Secondly, it was the first time he saw Yu Ling, the owner of a cafe, come to work so early.

Finally, how did she know his name?

Swallowing all his questions, Zhang Dahui bowed politely to Yu Ling.

"Hello."

Yu Ling smiled slightly, looked up at the shooting club sign, and asked, "I heard that you can teach here, right?"

Zhang Dahui nodded: "That's right."

He had seen in the news that Zheng Yi and Yu Ling had a young child.

"Can adults do that?"

Zhang Dahui was stunned for a moment, but still nodded: "Okay."

"Great."

Yu Ling kept a standard smile on her face throughout the whole process.

Zhang Dahui seemed to have guessed what Yu Ling meant, but he didn't dare to believe it and had to speak up to confirm.

"You want to learn?"

Yu Ling covered her mouth and laughed, "How could that be! I'm not young anymore, and I still have such a big store to take care of."

"That is?"

"Nothing, I'm just asking for someone else." After saying that, Yu Ling waved goodbye to Zhang Dahui and turned back to the coffee shop.

That night, he was the last one to leave the store and once again heard someone calling his name outside the door.

Zhang Dahui went out and saw a young man in his thirties standing outside.

He wore a black baseball cap, a dark grey quick-drying T-shirt, a black casual waist bag, thin black sports trousers, and a pair of weathered mesh sneakers of unknown brand on his feet.

"Zhang Dahui?"

Zhang Dahui nodded, and then the man handed him an envelope: "Your express delivery."

"Express delivery?" How come he doesn't know who is going to send him a package recently?

After taking the envelope, Zhang Dahui opened it and walked into the club.

When he reached the stairs, he suddenly stopped.

Under his hand, there was a red birthday party invitation with Zheng Xinyu's name printed in gold foil.

Realizing that the invitation letter was related to Yu Ling, Zhang Dahui was about to take the envelope to inquire, but he saw that in addition to the invitation letter, there was also a printed note in the envelope.

"The client I told you about earlier wants to meet you."

Han Yang raised his head and said incredulously: "Then he took the invitation letter to the Hilton Hotel?"

I always feel that if things were the same as they were, he wouldn't be so obedient.

"Yes." Shang Siwen agreed, "Especially when we interrogated Li Ren and Qian Yufeng, their testimonies were consistent. They all said that Zhang Dahui went to the Hilton Hotel to attend his birthday party on the day of the shooting competition in order to get Zheng Xinyun, who likes guns, to sign up for a class. How come when it comes to Zhang Dahui, the whole thing has nothing to do with Zheng Xinyun?"

"Don't worry." Chen Zeyang raised his chin towards the interrogation record in Fei Chen's hand, "Next page, continue reading."

The two of them lowered their heads, and Fei Chen had already turned to the next page of the document.

In the interrogation room, facing Zhang Dahui's narration, Chen Zeyang had the same question.

Zhang Dahui admitted that he did not tell Li Ren and Qian Yufeng the truth.

He made up the story that he asked a friend for help to get an invitation letter and went to the Hilton Hotel to attend the birthday party in order to make Zheng Xinyun a client, in order to cover up the fact that Yu Ling had contacted him.

As for the reason, Zhang Dahui said: "I want to attract more high-quality customers for the club, especially VIPs who are not short of money."

A few years ago, the three of them retired from the army.

The moment they walked out of the troops, they all fell silent.

He was in his twenties, his family couldn't help him, he had no education, and his performance in the army was mediocre.

What should I do from now on as an ordinary person?

Zhang Dahui is a native of Yue'an, but his hometown is not even close to the city center.

go back home?

Maybe it's the end of my life.

Just when he was at a loss and helpless, Li Ren and Qian Yufeng suddenly appeared in front of him.

Sitting on the single-plank bridge and throwing stones, he rubbed his eyes, fearing that it was an illusion because he missed his comrades too much.

Until Li Ren jumped up and down, and regardless of Qian Yufeng's wishes, raised his hand and waved to himself.

Zhang Dahui excitedly propped himself up and ran wildly on the single-plank bridge. He slipped several times and almost fell into the river.

Thinking they were just coming to see him, Zhang Dahui warmly invited them to his home for dinner.

On the way, when he heard that they wanted to open a store, he felt envious but also happy that his comrades who were going their separate ways were about to have a bright future.

"So, do you want to come? Let's go together!"

Zhang Dahui was stunned, thinking it was his own imagination.

He turned to look at them. Li Ren and Qian Yufeng looked at him with shining eyes.

"I?"

"Yes! It's you."

Zhang Dahui's happiness is beyond words when he thinks about starting a business with his comrades in the future and working hard to carve out a niche for himself in Yue'an.

But the next second, he suddenly realized that opening a store cannot rely solely on people, but also requires capital...his heart seemed to turn into a burning firecracker in an instant.

Calm, expand, explode, dissipate, and become nothing.

They have heard about everyone's family situation in the army.

Li Ren and Qian Yufeng had long known that Zhang Dahui's family was not well off.

Besides, the two families are not that good and no one dislikes the other.

What they value is always Zhang Dahui's serious attitude towards work and his honest and sincere character.

"No." Zhang Dahui shook his head, "I can't help."

Li Ren was afraid that he would feel burdened, so he quickly said, "Just come! We will take care of the money."

"Do not."

Zhang Dahui has good character, but a stubborn personality.

He shook his head firmly and advised: "You guys just open it, I, I won't go."

Qian Yufeng looked around Zhang Dahui's mud house and the skinny old hens wandering around in the yard and asked, "Stay here, what are you going to do in the future?"

Zhang Dahui had no idea. He wanted to make up a lie to reassure them, but he couldn't think of a good idea.

He stood up suddenly, walked to the flock of chickens, and with quick, accurate and fierce movements, he grabbed the neck of the only big rooster.

"Stay for dinner."

As he spoke, Zhang Dahui carried the rooster, which was flapping its wings desperately, into the kitchen.

Li Ren and Qian Yufeng looked at each other, then immediately chased after him and stopped Zhang Dahui before he could drop the knife.

Li Ren held the rooster that was cackling and cursing its master and smoothed its neck hair, blaming Zhang Dahui for wasting such a gift!

"He's the only man there! He still has to hatch eggs!"

If you kill him, from now on there will be chickens laying eggs, not eggs laying chickens!

Wouldn't this just make the already difficult situation worse for the family?

Zhang Dahui gritted his teeth, then bypassed the two and rushed back to the yard, "Then kill the female."

Qian Yufeng quickly grabbed him and said, "A female one won't work either."

"Why not a female one?" They have more than one hen in their family.

Li Ren put the rooster on the ground and said, "Kill one of the females. From now on, you will lose at least two eggs every day."

Zhang Dahui looked around the dusty and dilapidated yard with a gloomy face, and finally said, "I can fry eggs, right?"